[Teaser] Justin Halpern on ‘Get Lost’ and ‘Lady G’ (Frotcast 688)

PLEASE SIGN UP ON PATREON, EVEN IF IT’S FOR FREE! Posting everything here has become a burden, and if you’re only listening to this feed you probably aren’t getting all of the episodes. Patreon dot com slash frotcast! Sign up at Patreon to listen to the full episode. It’s two podcasts (Pod Yourself and the Frotcast) for the price of one!  This week on the Frotcast, returning bald man Justin Halpern (Cougartown, Harley Quinn, Abbott Elementary) joins us to talk about his latest book Get Lost. For his fourth release, he’s going in a different direction by writing a novel, which is about…dads and baseball. It’s probably about a whole lot more than that to be fair, but we completely derail the conversation with some Godforsaken California Town chat. Sorry to any listeners for whom this is niche to the point of meaninglessness. Just remember the important part: Clovis is the Paris of the Central Valley, not to be confused with the Paris of the Inland Empire, which is Perris. Justin also casually drops that he was on the Bert Kreischer podcast (shirt on), then even more casually drops that he was on Joe Rogan (unclear if shirt on), whereupon he shares with us some delightful details of the Joe Rogan Experience experience. Spoiler: he took DMT and saw a vision of Papa Roach playing the Sleep Train Amphitheater in Chula Vista. Raise a glass, with your pinky up of course, for our favorite southern dandy Lindsey Graham. That’s right, Lady G, the ladybug himself, kicked the bucket, in a watershed day for gay sex workers along the Eastern Seaboard who enjoy posting online. We solemnly and respectfully remember a revered American statesman who worked tirelessly to strip the rights away from everyone except white straight men and rally support for completely unjustified foreign wars. We may not have always agreed with him, but what’s a little quibble on whether or not to murder thousands of people between pals? Finally, we watched The Furious. There’s lots of ass whooping, which whoops ass. Ass is whooped, then it’s whooped some more. Then a nerdy dude who you think is about to get his ass whooped turns out to be a complete ass whooper, and he then proceeds to whoop hella ass. It whooped ass. Solid B+.